I choose what I want to eat or drink, anything that fancies my mood because that is more predictable than yours.
I choose who I want to be with or where I want to go during the one hour lunch because it’s a breather from the 9 to 6 of being back in school or at your beck and call.
I choose not to let your thoughtless words and controlling ways affect me because you may have spent sixty years in want of a little respect but that’s your life and I am only responsible for mine.
I will choose to leave when you think you have me wrapped around your fingers with a piece of paper, because I am not ashamed or sorry to say we are just not meant to be.
But thank you that the eight months of painful probation is finally over and I am now ‘free’ to kickstart the next job hunt. I will squeeze in a beach getaway as a little reward for me too.
Because god knows this job has sucked the marrow out of me and we all deserve a little self-compassion. Some people and corporations look out for their own interests and have policies to cover their asses well. I get that now. I also get that the management is not going to give two fucks to who I am and what I am here for. People come, people go. Soon I will be one of the invisible numbers that you are in denial about. That is why I need to step up and do what’s right for me to keep feeling better.
This is me standing my ground.